"Yes, yes it has. I haven't seen you since the wedding." Margaret
agrees.
"How is Timothy?" Joyce asks, as I lead them into the living room.
I brought out the beverages and the food, all the while balancing
Mary on my hip. I wanted to show them how well I had adapted to being
a housewife. When my friends were taken care of, I put Mary back into
her stroller. I took some food for myself, and sat down.
"How is Timothy?" Joyce repeated.
"Oh Timothy is wonderful. He works for the bank, you know. He
was always so good with numbers. He's so good with Mary too. Spoils
Mary and me rotten, he does." I gush. I always love talking about
Timothy, sometimes I have to stop myself from talking about him too
much. Timothy says I brag, but I can't help it if I’m proud to have such a
good husband.
"How did you two meet again?" Dorothy asked even though I know
she's heard the story just about a million times.
"Well as you know, Timothy had been off fighting in the Second World
War so when he came back he enrolled in a college. It was all thanks to
that new bill that allowed veterans to get an education, the uh, G. I. Bill. I,
on the other hand, didn't see the fuss of going to college, but Mother
made me go 'cause I got a scholarship for drawing. Anyways, I thought
college was something of a drag. I had never been that good at school
and I never really enjoyed it
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